Monday, August 14, 2006

That's Mr Big Stuff to You!

I’ve been posting on this blog for almost a year now and no one pays any attention. But I make a single reference to the enormity of my phallus and suddenly everyone thinks I’m a comedic genius on loan from God! But did it occur to anyone that that was not supposed to be a joke? One of the few positives of being a black male today is the luxury of having one’s genitalia likened to that of certain members of the equine family…so please don’t take that away from me!

(And now that I’ve pushed the struggle against racial stereotyping back 40 years I can return to working on my college-level math problemset....Damn, where’s an Asian when you need one?).

To be honest L>T, I didn’t want to resort to this, but perhaps I should point out that I’m a professional analytic philosopher, and as such, I’m an authority when it comes to genitalia, especially my own (not to mention that I’ve been living in sin with my own right hand for the last five years). I believe that’s pretty much all the scientific proof you need!

About Me

I am an intellectual packrat—with interests ranging from quantum physics and evolutionary psychology to involuntary celibacy and professional onanism. Stuffed Koala bears freak me out (I had a bad experience okay) and I absolutely despise the colour orange. In fact, I think the colour orange should be banned. (Indigo on the other hand is a colour I can appreciate…you can never have too much indigo!) And while we’re on the topic of pet peeves, why is it that badgers are always so damn grouchy. All they do is sleep, shag, and eat honey and berries all day; what could they possibly have to be grumpy about? Okay, I’m done ranting. No wait, one more tid-bit you need to know about me. There are two things I hate more than anything else: (1) overly simplistic dichotomies and (2) the people that make them.